Be advised, somehow this story got away from me and ended up being way longer than I’d planned. Over 30 thousand words! It is a complete work of fiction. Everything about it is completely made up, including the town and location. All characters involved in sexual acts are over the age of eighteen. I hope you enjoy, and as always comments are welcome, both good and bad.
Gravel crunched under my feet as I wandered around the front yard, my mind once again wondering why my parents had chosen this place to settle down in so long ago. It’s a small one-horse town in the middle of nowhere, which is surrounded by miles and miles of more nowhere. If you stood at the edge of town and gazed off into the distance, all you would see would be endless miles of desert, scattered with sagebrush, juniper trees and the occasional Joshua tree. If your eyes were good enough you would be able to see where the flatness turned to rolling hills.
The main industry in this little slice of paradise is the rock quarry just a few miles north of town where my father and I both work, along with most of the menfolk in town. My mother and my older sister are both employed at the local beauty salon, mom being a hairdresser while my sister specializes in nails. The opportunities for employment around here are pretty limited.
My sister just recently moved back in with my parents and I after her marriage fell apart. As soon as she’d turned eighteen she married Brad Worthington, much to the disapproval of our parents. I later discovered that he’d promised to take her away from this dust-covered shithole; apparently a promise he had no intention of keeping. That wasn’t the reason their marriage ended though. I guess after almost three years of hearing rumors about Brad sleeping around with anyone that wore a skirt finally took its toll.
“Let’s go Bree,” I hollered toward the house in hopes of getting my sister to hurry up. Her name is actually Brianna, but we all call her Bree, and at the ripe old age of twenty-one she thought she knew everything. Something that I chuckled about since she was only two years older than me.
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch,” I heard her shout back.
Shacking my head in exasperation I started to take inventory of the contents piled into the back of my old jeep. Toolbox, check. Five-gallon jerry can of gas strapped into mounts on the back, check. My two-person sleeping bag, check. Actually, the sleeping bag was already in there, and has been since the last time my ex-girlfriend and I had gone off-roading. Shortly after that her family just up and left town, leaving me without an outlet for my over-active hormones. That had been almost a month ago. My hand has been getting quite the workout since then.
“Give me a hand with this Leroy,” I heard my sister call out, knowing full well that I hated being called that. Although it was my given name, I preferred to go by Lee.
Placing my wallet and phone into the glove box I turned toward the house, a scowl on my face, and saw her pulling our family-sized ice chest through the front door by the handle out onto the porch. My eyes widened at the sight. She was bent over with her back to me wearing one of the shortest skirts I’ve ever seen her wear. I mean seriously, I could just about see the bottom swell of her ass cheeks. Instantly my cock showed its appreciation at the sight. I should have been repulsed by my body’s reaction. I mean, who in their right mind gets aroused by their own sister? Instead, I just stood there, my cock making an obscene bulge in my jeans. When she stood and turned toward me I saw her eyes drift down toward my crotch. They lingered there for a few seconds before she looked up, an odd smile on her face.
“Well perv, are you gonna help or not?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips and tapping her foot.
Stepping up on the porch I appraised her wardrobe choice once more. For a top she’d chosen to wear a dark green tube top, the stretchy material pressed snuggly against her ample tits. I could see her nipples pushing against the fabric. The short green plaid skirt rode low on her hips and barely went six inches passed her crotch. I could see her well-defined abs between the top and the skirt. The only practical thing she was wearing was her hiking boots and thick green socks.
“That’s what you’re wearing?” I asked in my most disapproving tone.
The reason for my disapproval was because we were planning to go off-roading, and what she had on just didn’t fit with that activity.
“Yeah,” she said, her deep brown eyes shooting me a look that said I’d better not say anything bad about her outfit.
Shaking my head, I picked up the cooler with a grunt and headed toward the jeep while saying, “Jesus Bree, what do you have in this thing?” I heard her chuckling reply as I hoisted the cooler into the back of the jeep.
“Just something to drink, and lots of ice.”
After situating the cooler, I turned to face her and said, “You’re going to burn.”
“I don’t burn, you know that,” she stated as she headed toward the passenger side of the jeep.
Begrudgingly I had to admit she was right. In all the years of growing up together I’ve never seen her get a sunburn. I on the other hand wasn’t so fortunate. I guess it was because we were spitting images of our parents. My father and I are both tall, wiry, and fair-skinned. On the flip side our mother, whom Brianna mirrors, is quite statuesque, well endowed in the boob department, with a more Mediterranean complexion. Each have smoldering brown eyes, raven colored hair that drapes down past their shoulders, and stand nearly as tall as dad and me, which is impressive since we are both six feet tall. If you put my sister and mother side by side you’d swear that they were sisters, at least you would’ve a week ago. Now, thanks to mom, Brianna was sporting a new hairdo. Instead of her hair being straight, it was now a mass of tight curly ringlets flowing down to her shoulders. The urge to tease her by calling her Shirley Temple was strong, but I knew better. Bree really wasn’t known for her sense of humor.
Recently my dad helped me put on a four-inch lift kit and as I watched Brianna climb into the jeep I took notice of things a brother shouldn’t be noticing. Things like how long and toned her legs were, and how her breasts jiggled under the tight tube top. Just as she slipped into place I got a quick glimpse of her right ass cheek. It too looked quite toned. With unbrotherly thoughts racing through my brain, I climbed in and fired up the jeep, my eyes taking a quick look at her legs again.
“Buckle up sis,” I said, snapping my lap belt in place and throwing the jeep in gear.
For forty minutes we listened to the over-sized tires sing on the asphalt, conversation impossible with the wind whipping all around us. With each bump in the road I couldn’t help but sneak glances at my sister’s tits. The way they bounced had my cock staying in a semi-rigid state, while my mind continuously chastised the perverted side of me.
My intentions were to head for a place called Breakers Point, but as we rolled along something off to my left caught my eye. Bree let out a yelp when I slammed on the brakes a little harder than I intended. If it weren’t for her lap belt she would’ve kissed the windshield.
“What the hell, Leroy?” she barked, shooting a confused, angry look my way.
“Hold on, I thought I saw something,” I replied as I put the jeep in reverse and slowly started backing up, my eyes glued off into the distance.
“What?” she asked.
“I’m not sure. It was shiny. See if you can spot it,” I answered as I scanned the far-off hills.
A few seconds later Bree shouted, “There, I see it!”
Braking, a little softer this time, I glanced to where she was pointing. At first I didn’t see anything, but when I leaned forward slightly I spotted what had caught my attention. Off in the distance it looked as if something was gleaming in the sunlight. I could tell that it was quite a ways away since it was up in the hills. I glanced at Bree with a cocked eyebrow as if to say, “What do you think?”
“Go for it!” she said enthusiastically.
Just before turning my eyes away from her she adjusted herself in her seat causing her tits to bounce once more. With an inward groan I shifted the jeep into four-wheel drive and swung off the road onto the dusty desert floor. After about and hour and a half of slowly driving toward our goal Bree screamed for me to stop. Turning to look at her I watched as she hastily undid her seatbelt and hopped out of the jeep.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as she headed toward a rather large sagebrush.
“I have to pee!” she hollered without slowing down.
I couldn’t help but chuckle because I knew why she had to go. I guess I had deliberately hit too many bumps. I told myself that I’d try to be more careful, even if it meant less chances to see her tits bounce. Sacrifices had to be made sometimes, but that didn’t stop me from watching her tits bounce as she came back though.
“Stop staring at my tits!” she said as she approached the jeep.
Opps, busted. I could feel my face turning red but couldn’t turn away as she climbed in. Once seated she opened the glovebox and threw what looked like a balled-up piece of material inside before closing it.
Out of curiosity I asked, “What was that?”
Her answer stunned me.
“My panties.”
“Your what?” I croaked.
With an exaggerated sigh she replied, “My panties. Since I had to drip-dry, I didn’t want them to get pee stained, they’re brand new.”
Involuntarily I glanced down at her lap. She caught me looking.
“Jesus Leroy,” she growled.
“Sorry,” I stammered, raising my eyes and staring through the windshield.
“Let’s just go perv,” she said, snapping her seatbelt in place.
Distance out here in the land of nowhere can be quite deceiving. An object that looks relatively close can in fact be a long way off. That seemed to be what was happening in our case. It felt like we’d driven quite some distance but weren’t getting any closer to where we wanted to go. Since neither of us could see the shiny object anymore I just prayed we were going in the right direction. I was beginning to think we should turn around when suddenly we came upon what could only be an old road leading almost in the direction we wanted to go. Judging by the tracks I could tell the road hadn’t been used in some time, probably decades by the looks of things. The only thing I could think was that it was an old service road that was no longer used. Without even thinking about it I turned the jeep onto the obsolete pathway and began to follow it. Gradually the road began to climb leading us into the foothills.
Another thirty-five minutes found us at a dead stop, in front of a dried-up stream bed about five feet deep and fifteen to twenty feet wide. Spanning the width was a rotted out wooden bridge; or what was left of it anyway. I wasn’t worried about getting across since the embankments on both sides weren’t very steep. Pulling off the road to avoid what was left of the bridge I carefully maneuvered the jeep over the edge of the dried-out stream. It was a little harder to climb the far side, but we made it easily.
Before resuming our trek along the road we decided another piss break was in order. Once Brianna scampered off to the nearest brush I whipped out my cock and relieved my jostled bladder. I was still pissing when Bree strode up and stared at my exposed manhood. Unable to stem the flow I just stood there and let her watch. After a few seconds she smiled then climbed back in the jeep, leaving me with a funny feeling. For some strange reason the idea of my sister checking out my cock sent a tingle down my spine.
Slowly we made our way forward, steadily climbing into the hills. The farther we climbed, the more worried I became. I could see the clouds moving in, turning darker by the minute. This part of the country was prone to flash flooding, something I definitely didn’t want to get caught in.
I pointed toward the sky and shouted, “Maybe we should turn back.”
Bree glanced up and shouted back, “It’ll be fine. It will probably just pass right over us.”
I wasn’t so sure, but I shrugged my shoulders and kept driving forward anyway. About five miles from the stream we topped a small rise and found what we were looking for. Off to the right of the road stood an abandoned shack that wasn’t much bigger than our front room. It appeared to be in fairly good shape. At least the roof and walls did. On the side facing us was a window with just a sliver of glass left in it. As we stared we could see what was left of the sun’s rays glancing off the glass. After a few minutes Bree voiced what I was thinking.
“Wow, this is kind of a letdown.”
“Yeah,” I said, before adding, “So, should we head back?”
“Hell no, let’s check it out first,” came her enthusiastic reply.
Brianna’s always had an adventurous side, so it didn’t surprise me when she hopped out of the jeep and walked toward the shack. With another shrug I grabbed my phone from the glove box, my fingertips briefly rubbing the balled-up panties, then followed. Stepping through the threshold, the first thing I noticed was there was no front door. The next thing I noticed was the place was completely empty except for a rusted-out metal bed against the far wall. The bed was more a cot than anything, and on top of it sat what used to be a mattress, it’s material long gone leaving only the frame and sagging rusty springs. I was sure I’d need a tetanus shot if I touched it. Further inspection of the place showed where a wood burning stove must have sat. I could see where the metal chimney would have gone through the roof.
“So, have you seen enough?” I asked as Bree slowly walked around the room.
“Give me a minute. What’s your hurry?” she asked, turning to face me.
Instead of saying anything I just pointed skyward and cocked one eyebrow.
“Yeah, yeah,” she said, then turned back to inspect the room some more.
With a sigh I stepped outside and pulled out my iPhone. As I expected, there was no cell service out here in the boonies. The sound of distant thunder made me look up. What I saw didn’t please me one bit. In the short time we’d been here the sky had turned a dark menacing grey-black color. Shoving my phone into my back pocket I went back inside only to find Bree trying to move the bed.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“There’s something stuck between the far leg and the wall,” she replied, pointing toward the leg in the corner.
Moving to where she stood, I gazed to where her finger was pointing and saw nothing other than what looked like a pile of dirt that had blown into the corner. I told her I didn’t see anything, but she insisted something was there between the bed’s leg and the wall.
“Well, don’t just stand there, help me move this,” Bree barked.
Shaking my head, I bent down and took hold of the rusty bedframe then lifted. Nothing happened, other than an excruciating pain shooting through my lower back. Gingerly standing I examined the feet of the bed and noticed they were bolted to the floor. I also noticed the rusty springs were wired to the bed’s frame. That explained why it was still here. Of course, it gave me pause. Why would anyone bolt their bed to the floor?
Looking at Bree I shrugged and said, “Sorry Sis, but that ain’t gonna budge.”
“Damnit, I want to know what that is,” she exclaimed, right before she did something that astonished me.
As I watched she stretched out on the dust-covered floor and began to inch her way toward her prize. My mind instantly screamed, “You’ve got to get pictures of this!” Pulling out my cell phone I began to snap away.
Between clicks I said, “You’re going to get filthy doing that Bree.”
“I don’t give a shit,” came her muffled reply.
Once she was able to reach the object she squealed in triumph before starting to work her way back out from under the bed. That’s when my jaw dropped, and my eyes widened. As she scooted back the hem of her skirt started to creep up her thighs. With each inch she moved the skirt continued to rise. Before long the bottom of her ass cheeks came into view causing an involuntary groan to escape my lips. As more and more of her ass came into view I began to feel the stirrings of an erection; a feeling I fought valiantly to stifle but knew it was a fight I had no hope of winning. My cock became a trapped pillar of throbbing steel when she finally scooted back far enough to place her knees under herself and raise her ass in the air. Before my astonished eyes was a vision of loveliness that I knew would stay with me until the day I died.
Whether it was from some kind of brotherly love, or some sense of loyalty to help my sister preserve her dignity, I’ll never know. All I knew was that I had to let her know that not only was she exposed, but she was really exposed!
“Um…Bree…,” I squeaked, my throat as dry as the desert sands. “Did you forget you don’t have underwear on?”
Bree stopped moving and asked, “What?”
“You’re kinda flashing the goods there girl,” I told her as I maneuvered directly behind her upturned ass and began to snap a few pictures.
“Are you taking pictures?” she asked, her voice a little tense.
“No,” I lied as I snapped several more shots of her pussy.
“You’re a lying sack of shit!” she snapped.
“Okay, I’ll stop,” I promised.
“And stop staring at my ass you perv,” she said as she began to move again.
Under no circumstances was I going to be able to do that. The sight before me had me in a trance. All I could think about was how round and firm looking my sister’s ass was, not to mention how lovely her pussy looked. Her outer lips had a light covering of black, down-looking fur, while her mound was covered with a thicker thatch of curls. Her inner labia extended just past the top of her outer lips, their tips a slight brown in color. The sight before me was enough to send my hormones into overdrive. My cock was getting painfully hard as I let my eyes soak in her womanly charms; that included the tight little pucker hole peeking out from between her smooth, round cheeks. With a groan I stepped back to allow her room to scoot out from under the bed.
The fantasy of just burying my face into her snatch evaporated when I heard her scream, “Ouch!”
Shaking my head to clear it I asked, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m stuck, my hairs caught,” she replied.
Glancing at her head I could see where some of her curls were snagged on the broken end of one of the springs. If she’d still had straight hair she probably wouldn’t have gotten it snagged.
“Stop staring at my ass and help me out of here you jerk!” she screamed.
I took a couple more pictures before leaning over the side of the bed and reaching through the springs to untangle the curls. It didn’t take but a few seconds to slide her hair off the jagged end and freeing her. Once she was out from under the bed she stood and glared at me, her prize clutched tightly in her hand. Her glare grew more hostile when I couldn’t help but bust out laughing. One side of her face was covered in dust, just like her entire front, from her neck clear down to her hiking boots. Before she could grow angry enough to knock me on my butt I snapped a picture and showed it to her. Her eyes widened, and then her laughter joined mine in the small shack.
“Jesus, I’m filthy,” she giggled.
Still chuckling, and with no thought for my safety, I reached over and gently wiped the side of her face knocking most of the dust from it. For reasons I’ll never understand I didn’t stop there. Next I began to softly rub my hand across her tube top. All I was trying to do was get some of the dust off her, but in the back of my mind I did register the fact that her nipples were responding to my touch. As I dusted her off I looked at her face and saw how wide her eyes were. I also saw that her mouth was half open, as if she were about to ask me what the fuck I thought I was doing. With a sheepish look I stepped back and pulled my shirt off and handed it to her.
“Thank you,” she breathed heavily.
She handed me the thing she’d retrieved from under the bed then began dusting herself off. I looked at the object and discovered it actually was a pouch of some kind, the material a soft leather, the top held closed by a strip of leather. Hefting it in my hand I heard a slight jingling sound, almost like coins. I also noticed it felt warm to the touch.
“Well, don’t just stand there, open it,” Bree said as she finished using my shirt to wipe the dirt off her face.
Handing my phone to her I untied the leather strip and pulled the top open. Taking a quick peek inside I told her to hold out her hand. When she did, I placed my free hand under hers and dumped the contents of the pouch into hers. What came out was some sort of necklace. It was hard to make out exactly what the centerpiece was due to the baked-on layer of dirt that covered most of it. All I could tell was it had a triangular shape, about two inches wide by three inches long. Each side of the triangle had an octangular shaped crystal shaft, with a longer one hanging down from the bottom. The frame of the necklace was made of what I thought to be copper, as well as the chain that was hooked to the top through a rounded piece. Stuffing the leather pouch into my back pocket I reached up and held Bree’s hand in mine. Next I used the thumb of my other to rub the center to see if I could clear some of the dirt off. As I rubbed I felt a tingle in my groin. Enough dirt came off that we could see it was some kind of gemstone, red in color.
“Holy shit! Is that a ruby?” Bree asked, a hint of hopefulness in her voice.
I stared at the part I could see, and for the briefest of moments I could’ve sworn it glowed. It happened so fast I marked it down as a trick of the light.
“I don’t think so. I think it’s just some cheap costume jewelry,” I answered.
“Oh well, I like it anyway. It looks really old,” she remarked.
I had to agree with that. It did look old, incredibly old. And definitely homemade.
Holding out her hand she told me to put it on her. Slipping the chain over her head I noticed the centerpiece fell just low enough to nestle against the upper swell of her breasts. Again, as I stared at it, I thought I saw it glow.
I was just about to mention it to Bree when a thunderous clap shook the shack, followed by a spattering of raindrops. Instantly I thought of my sleeping bag. If we were going to be stuck here, then we’d needed something comfortable to sit on. I ran out the door and sprinted to my jeep to grab the sleeping bag out of the back. Just as I reached the safety of the shack the heavens opened up and released a torrent of rain. Unrolling the sleeping bag, I placed it over the springs near the edge of the bed and sat down. It wasn’t until then that I noticed Bree scrolling through the pictures on my phone.
“Damn, your phone takes better photos than that piece of crap I have,” she stated, then added, “Jeez, I didn’t know my puss was so hairy.”
If I’d been drinking anything I’m positive it would have come spewing out and flying across the room.
“Don’t look so shocked, I’m sure you’ve heard worse,” she said as she sat next to me.
“Yeah, but not from my sister,” I replied.
“Sister, smistser, get a grip Leroy,” she told me as she stared at one of the photos that showed her crotch in glorious high definition.
I began to worry that she was going to delete them, so I asked, “You’re not going to delete them, are you?”
She stopped looking at my phone and turned all her attention my way.
“Why not? Oh wait…you’re going to jack off to them, aren’t you?” she snickered.
“Noooo,” I stammered.
With a wicked grin she said, “Yes you are! You want to whack off to pictures of your sister’s pussy. What a perv, Leroy.”
“Look, you can’t even tell who it is,” I lamely offered in defense.
That was true. In all the photos where she was under the bed, not one of them showed her face. The ones I’d taken after she was out did, but they didn’t show anything bad, just her covered in dust. I watched anxiously as she scrolled through all of the pictures. When she was done she turned and looked me in the eyes.
“You do realize that I can’t let you keep these. I mean seriously, what if someone gets hold of your phone and finds them. Someone like Mom or Dad for instance,” she said.
“Yeah, I know,” I told her, positive she heard the sadness in my voice.
“I’ll tell you what, you can keep the ones that don’t show my ass. They’re kinda funny,” she said.
With a glimmer of hope I pushed my luck by asking, “Can I keep at least one of the risky ones?”
“I’ll think about it if you’ll go get the cooler. I could use something cold to drink,” she responded, her lips curled in a half grin.
The prospect of going outside didn’t make me feel too good. Looking through the door I could see the sheets of rain pouring down and knew that I’d be soaked to the bone before I made it halfway to the jeep. Another thing I was almost positive was, she’d delete the pictures while I was gone.
“Well?” I could hear a hint of impatience in her voice.
With a groan I stood and headed for the door. Once there I gave her a backwards glance, then darted for the jeep. Sure enough, I was completely drenched before I reached it. With a grunt I pulled the cooler out of the back and trudged through the mud back to the shack. Brianna was sitting on the bed, so I carried the cooler over and placed it about two feet in front of her. With another groan I straightened up and leaned backwards to stretch my aching back. As I stood there a large pool of water formed at my feet.
“Jesus Lee, you look like a drowned rat,” Bree snickered.
“You think!” I shot back snidely.
Bree’s face softened, then took on a worried expression.
“You should really get out of those wet clothes before you get sick,” she said, the concern in her voice genuine.
“Well, I would, only I didn’t bring a change of clothes with me,” I retorted rather sarcastically.
“Just go naked, it’s not cold in here,” she stated matter-of-factly.
“Yeah, right,” I snorted.
As I shook the water out of my hair Brianna got up and walked over to me. I wasn’t sure what she wanted until she knelt down in front of me and began to untie my boots. Holding each leg, she helped me step out of them. Once that was done she reached up and started to undo the snap on my jeans.
Grabbing her hands, I shouted, “Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?”
“Stop being a wuss!” she exclaimed, as her fingers slid my zipper down.
Something in the way she’d said that got to me. I didn’t get angry or anything like that. Instead, I felt comforted. My big sister wanted to help me, something she’s done all my life, and all I was doing was making it harder for her to do it. So instead of fighting her I just stood there and kept my mouth shut.
Unfortunately, as soon as she started to pull my pants and boxers down something rather disturbing leapt to the front of my brain. Because I was soaking wet, and despite what she’d said about it not being cold in here, it was to me, I knew my cock would be a shriveled piece of meat trying to sink back into my body. For some odd reason, I found the idea of my sister seeing my dick in a diminished state completely unacceptable. Panicking, I tried desperately to conjure up images that would get the blood flowing down there. I even pictured Bree bent over with her ass up in the air, her pussy on full display. It didn’t work because only God can perform miracles. There simply wasn’t enough time before my jeans and boxers were down around my ankles. I waited for her to comment on the size of my shrunken cock.
To my utter amazement all she said was, “Not bad Leroy.”
Unsure why she’d said that I glanced down, fully expecting my dick to be a shriveled nub. I was completely stunned to find just the opposite. Instead of being shrunken, my cock actually stood out from my groin in a semi hard state. It started to grow a little more when I felt a puff of her hot breath hit it.
She knelt there for just a few seconds before standing and telling me to finish undressing, her voice sounding slightly ragged. I stepped out of my jeans and boxers but left my socks on. Fortunately, my hiking boots were waterproof and had kept them dry. As I undressed she moved over to the bed and sat down. Since I had my back to her I wasn’t aware of what she was doing until I heard the sound of the camera’s shutter on my phone.
Without thinking I spun around to face her only to be met with her holding my phone and rapidly snapping pictures of me, an amused look on her face. Taking my boxers, I wrung out as much water as I could, then put them back on. Bree stood near the cooler, my dusty shirt in one hand and a smug look on her face. Without saying a word, I went over and sat on the bed.
“Here, put this on, it’ll help keep you warmer,” she said, reaching out to hand me the shirt.
“Thanks,” I said meekly, touched by her tender tone.
Warmth did indeed start to flow into me, at least in the groin area, but it wasn’t because of the shirt. Bree had turned and was bent over the cooler rummaging around in the ice, her skirt riding high on her thighs. I sat there feeling my balls start to relax as I studied her legs. I had to admit that my sister had fantastic legs. I mean, truly fantastic legs. They were long and tight, and very toned. When my eyes settled on where the hem of her skirt lay, I couldn’t help but wish it would ride up just a little higher. When she started to stand I averted my gaze and took in the open cooler. I wasn’t sure what all she had in there, but from what I could see it was completely full of ice. That explained why it was so damn heavy.
When she turned around she was holding a bottle of our dad’s Jim Beam. She unscrewed the top and handed the bottle to me.
“Take a couple of shots of that, it’ll warm you up,” she said, stepping over and holding out the dripping bottle.
“Dad’s gonna be pissed when he finds out you raided his stash,” I remarked as I took the bottle from her.
“Yeah, well, Dad and Mom aren’t going to be back home for another week, so that gives us plenty of time to replace it, doesn’t it,” she shot back.
“Us?” I inquired as I took a pull on the bottle.
“You’re drinking it too,” came her reply.
She had a point. As for our parents, they were off on a much-needed vacation, the first they’ve had in over five years. Dad had borrowed a friend’s motorhome and now he and mom were tooling down the highways and byways exploring the country, their only expense gas and food. Brianna and I had secretly saved enough to pay for their gas and had surprised them with it right before they left.
The liquor burned on its way down, but once it settled in my gut I could feel a warmth spread through me. I took another swig before capping the bottle and setting it on the floor. Before I could get too comfortable she had me stand while she unzipped the sleeping bag. I watched her work, her nose wrinkling.
“Jeez Leroy, you really should wash this every now and then,” she remarked, her tone no longer motherly.
“What’s wrong with it?” I asked, knowing full well what she was referring to.
“It smells like it came from a whorehouse or something,” she answered gruffly.
“Yeah…” I answered with a laugh.
After she had it opened she turned and said, “Make yourself useful and get us something to drink.”
I couldn’t really see what was in the cooler because of all the ice, so I just plunged my hand in and rummaged around until I felt cans. Thinking she packed some sodas, I pulled two out at the same time and was surprised that they were Bud Lights instead. When I glanced questioningly at her she just shrugged her shoulders and smiled. She must have really raided dad’s supply. I handed one to her then made to sit back down on the bed. Before I could she stopped me.
“Lose the boxers first,” she commanded.
“Excuse me?” came my stunned reply.
“They’re still wet. If you sit you’ll get the inside of the bag wet too.”
Another point for Bree. I had no idea of how long we would be stuck here, so it didn’t make any sense to get the inside of the sleeping bag wet. Hell, for all I knew, we just might have to spend the night here; something I wasn’t too keen on doing.
“Turn around,” I told her.
“I don’t think so. Besides, I’ve already seen it,” she replied, her hands on her hips as she stared at me defiantly.
The look on her face reminded me of the times she dared me to do something.
“You want to see it again, fine,” I growled, secretly liking the idea of flashing my dick in front of her.
Hooking my thumbs in the waistband, I yanked my boxers down until I had them around my ankles. Once I stood up I placed my hands on my hips and stared back at her. Fortunately, all was right in the groin area, my cock was hanging down proudly, still in a state of semi arousal.
“Not bad, little brother. Not bad at all,” she whispered, a blush rising on her face, the twin points pushing out from under her tube top evidence she liked what she saw.
I’m not hung like a horse, but I am slightly above average at nearly six and a half inches, with a healthy thickness too. As she stood there openly glaring at my cock I decided to give her something to think about. Staring openly at her chest, I flexed the muscles in my cock making it bounce slightly. Her eyes widened a little at that. Grinning I picked my phone up and began scrolling through the pictures until I found the one I liked the most. As I stared at it the grin on my face took on a lecherous appearance. Apparently she noticed.
“What the hell Leroy? Are you looking at my ass again?” Bree asked, stepping over so she could see the picture too.
“Not just your ass, sister dearest,” I chuckled.
Snatching the phone from my hand she stared at the photo, then as if talking to herself said, “Damn, I really need to trim that up.”
“Yeah, you are a little bushy, but personally I like it,” I stated matter-of -factly.
Without taking her eyes from the phone she asked, “You like hairy pussies?”
“What’s not to like? There’s nothing wrong with being natural. Truthfully though, I had you pegged as a shaver. But hey…” shrugging my shoulders and leaving it unfinished.
Bree handed the phone back to me and picked up the bottle of bourbon. She took several long pulls before returning it to the floor. She glanced at my cock then fixed me with an unusual stare and asked, “Does staring at my pussy get you hard?”
“Jesus Bree, I’m not gonna answer that,” I told her.
“C’mon, humor me. Did you get hard when I was stuck under the bed while you were staring at my ass?” I could see the mischief in her eyes as she waited for me to answer.
“To tell you the truth, I did. I got so hard that if you weren’t my sister I would’ve buried my face in your slit, right before I fucked the living shit out of you. Does that answer your question?”
Smiling wickedly, her eyes gleaming, she replied, “Yeah, but I have one more question.”
“One more,” I told her, wondering where all this was leading.
“Is that the picture you wanted to keep?” she asked, pointing to the phone in my hand.
“Yes,” I answered truthfully.
“Why?”
“Boy, you won’t let this go will you,” I said.
“I just want to know why you’d want to keep that particular picture. Is it because it shows everything? It doesn’t even show my face,” she quizzed.
“That’s what makes it so perfect. Everything about it is perfect sis. Hell, if this were a black and white photograph it’d be hanging in some French museum as a work of art,” I told her.
“Thank you, that was sweet of you to say that. Tell you what, I’ll make a deal with you,” she quietly said.
“What kind of a deal?” I asked, my interest piqued.
Smiling broadly, she said, “I’ll let you keep this one picture, but only if you let me keep one of you fully hard.”
Completely flabbergasted by what she’d said, it took me several seconds before I stammered out, “You can’t be serious?”
“I’m very serious. You get what you want, and I get what I want. It’s a win win for both of us,” she replied, her tone leaving no doubt about how serious she was.
“So how do you propose I get hard?” I asked.
“Can’t you get hard looking at the picture?”
“Probably not,” I lied. I knew full well that I could, I just wanted to see how far she was going to take this. It didn’t take long for me to find out.
“How about if I showed you my tits. Would that get you hard?” she asked, her eyes twinkling.
Caught off guard all I could do was stand there with my mouth hanging open as she lowered the tube top and exposed what I would have to say was the most exquisite set of tits I’d ever seen. They sat perfectly on her chest without a hint of sag, the quarter sized areolas light tannish in color, the nipples hard and pointing straight at me. If I had to guess I’d put their size in the c cup range, bordering on a d cup.
She stepped close enough to almost run into me and said, “Give me the phone, and take off your shirt.”
I’d forgotten all about having my shirt on. I mean shit, if you’re standing around with your dingleberries out in the wind, then you don’t give much mind whether you have a shirt on or not. Handing the phone over I pulled off my shirt and let it drop to the floor. Before I had a chance to ask her what she was going to do I felt her hand wrap around my cock and slowly start to stroke it. Thankfully, the tiny gasp that escaped my lips was drowned out by the sound of the rain beating down on the roof. Wide-eyed I looked down and stared as her hand glided smoothly over my shaft, the sensation causing my heart to beat faster and faster in my chest. Just the knowledge that it was my sister’s hand wrapped around my cock sent shivers of pleasure coursing through my body. I was at a loss to understand why. Hell, I was at a loss to understand anything that was happening, because so much blood was pumping into my penis, my brain had become a ghost town.
Shortly she stopped pumping and began taking pics of my cock. It stuck out in front of me like a steel pole, harder and thicker than I’d ever seen it before. I thought she was done when she placed the phone on the ice chest and picked up my shirt. To my utter amazement she stepped behind me and pressed those glorious tits against my back before reaching around and grasping my throbbing cock in her hand once more. The feel of her tits mashed against my skin, her hard nipples pressing into me, and her hot breath tickling the hairs on the back of my neck sent chills racing up and down my spine. Knowing that it was my sister jacking me off should have caused me to feel some sort of disgust. Instead, I found myself more aroused than I’d ever been before. I was lost in a world of pleasure I didn’t even know existed. She manipulated my cock like a pro, making sure to smear the pre-cum leaking out all along the shaft for easier stroking. The pounding of the rain against the roof didn’t hide the moans floating endlessly from my mouth.
Bree leaned in and placed her lips near my ear, then said in a throaty whisper, “You know that if you ever tell anyone about this, I’ll never speak to you again.”
All I could do was nod my head as the pleasure coursing through me hit its zenith. My knees buckled slightly as the first shot of cum erupted violently from the tip of my cock. I felt something soft wrap around the head of my penis as more and more cum shot from my dick. The intensity of my orgasm was by far the best I’d ever experience in my life. It was like time stopped, and my whole being turned into jelly. I don’t know how long my euphoria lasted. It felt like forever but was more like a couple of seconds. Once Brianna released herself from me I actually stumbled backwards and sank onto the bed, my entire body still quivering from the pleasure.
Bree hung my cum soaked shirt over the foot railing of the bed then picked up the bourbon and handed it to me telling me to drink. As I chugged a big swallow she pulled the sleeping bag up over my shoulders, and then tucked some of it over my lap. When she moved the sides over my lap I could’ve sworn she ran the back of one hand against my cock on purpose. Stepping back, she surveyed her handiwork before saying, “There, snug as a bug in a rug.”
“Thanks,” I managed to mumble, my throat burning from the alcohol.
I had to admit; I was quite comfortable. It felt like I was wrapped in a cocoon. Warmth spread through my body as I watched her pick up my forgotten beer, pop the top, then casually hand it to me like nothing had happened. She opened one for herself then sat down across from me on the cooler. I couldn’t help but look at her knees. Unfortunately for me she kept them pressed tightly together. I did notice the smirk on her face when she caught me looking.
“Why did you do that, Bree?” I asked once I was able to form a complete sentence.
An odd look came over her as she said, “I don’t know. It just felt like something I had to do.”
It was like there was something in the air. Something that had caused my sister and I to lose all of our inhibitions at the front door. Bree had yet to pull her tube top up, and I had no problem when the sleeping bag slipped from my shoulders exposing most of my body to her. We sat there and talked as if nothing was amiss, our nudity a natural thing. Even my cock seemed to be on its best behavior. At least it was until Brianna started squirming on the ice chest.
“Something wrong?” I asked, chugging the last of my beer.
Frowning, she replied, “I have to pee.”
“Well, pee,” I told her.
“I can’t just go piss in here, it’ll start stinking,” she said, her eyes darting around the small room.
“You don’t have too many options sis,” I stated.
“I’ve got one option,” she said, then stood up.
As I was swallowing some of my beer, Brianna unzipped the side of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. I choked on the beer as she bent over and picked her skirt up. A groan floated out of me when she pulled the tube top up and over her shoulders, causing her tits to bounce provocatively. My throat dried up when she stepped in front of me, totally naked, and held out the items.
“Hold on to these, I’ll need them when I get back,” she told me, before turning and heading out the door into the rain. Speechless, I watched her go, her ass jiggling slightly as she walked.
She was gone long enough for me to start worrying. I breathed a sigh of relief when she stepped into the doorway and began to wring water out of her hair. I couldn’t help but admire her beauty as she stood there. Just as she finished up, she caught me staring and flashed me a wide smile before coming over to stand in front of me. Reaching down she took her skirt from my limp hand and began using it like a towel to dry off, her bush practically in my face. It was at that moment that I realized I was wrong. Her bush wasn’t nearly as thick and unkempt as I’d previously thought. It was actually trimmed enough that I could clearly see the hood of her clit, along with her rather long inner labia. As I stared I could feel the blood rushing back into my cock.
“Earth to Leroy,” Bree said, snapping me back to reality.
“Huh?” I mouthed; my eyes still glued to her pussy.
“So, what do you think?” she replied.
“Sweet,” I whispered.
“Not that shithead, this,” she barked.
Reluctantly I raised my eyes to find her fingering the necklace, holding it out so I could see it. She must have washed it off while she was outside. The crystal shafts gleamed a pale bluish color, and the center stone looked as if she’d polished it. I could see what appeared to be veins of darker red running through it.
“Nice,” I said, trying to keep from staring at her hardened nipples.
“Nice? I think it’s gorgeous. And look, there’s writing on the back,” she said, turning it so I could see.
Each side of the copper triangle had a single word inscribed on it in what appeared to me to be Latin. The top part had the word ‘Familia’ on it, while the righthand side had the word ‘Sexus’ on it. The last side had the word ‘Incestum’ on it. I’m no brainiac, but it really wasn’t hard to figure out what the words meant.
After a short time, she asked, “You see what it says?”
“Of course,” I replied.
“And?”
“And what?” I inquired as she let the centerpiece settle back on her chest.
I heard her sharp intake of breath as I reached up and palmed the necklace. I also noticed another tingle in my groin but thought nothing of it, I was too entranced watching as her nipples got harder.
“I’m no expert,” she began, “but this seems to be some sort of amulet that encourages incest among family members.”
“Don’t be silly, it’s just some novelty item that probably came from some adult bookstore.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. But…” The look on her face showed me she wasn’t convinced.
“Seriously Bree?”
“Well, if it’s not true, then why do you have a boner?” she shot back.
Glancing down I saw my dick was sticking up through the covering of the sleeping bag, the head a purple bloated bulb leaking pre-cum. The thought that if that truly was an amulet and did in fact induce sex amongst family members was true, then that would fit right into my wheelhouse. Because at this moment I couldn’t stop thinking about how badly I’d love to shove my cock into my sister’s furry box. Oddly, I didn’t feel any remorse for having such a disturbing thought.
Chuckling I said, “You might be on to something there.”
After a lengthy pause she laughed and said, “Keep dreaming little brother. Now scoot over, there’s room in there for both of us.”
With a little maneuvering we managed to arrange the sleeping bag so that both of us had some over our shoulders. The only problem was we had to sit pressed against each other. To allow more room I slipped my arm around her waist and rested my hand on her hip, the feel of her skin hot on my palm. Apparently she didn’t mind because she snuggled even closer to me. We sat this way for a while just drinking our beer and occasionally taking a pull from the Jim Beam.
Bree finally broke the silence between us. “Do you find this weird?”
“What?” I asked idly as I stared out the doorway at the pouring rain.
“Us sitting here together, naked,” she replied.
Instead of answering, I asked, “Do you?”
“Oddly, I don’t. Somehow it feels natural, like when we were kids.”
“I know what you mean. I like it too.”
When it was my turn to get more beer, I heard her gasp as I stood up. I didn’t need to look down to know why she’d gasped; I could feel it swinging mightily between my legs. Grabbing two more beers I slowly turned back to face her, my rock-hard cock swinging back and forth. Her eyes settled on it as I stepped toward her. When I stopped I was only inches away from having the head of my cock touching her tits. As I stood there I was overcome with urges that had my brain spinning. As if compelled to do so I took a step forward and pressed the tip of my dick against the hot flesh of her left tit. All Brianna did was stare as the head of my cock oozed pre-cum over her taut nipple.
Another crack of thunder snapped us both out of our stupor.
I shook my head to clear away the fog of lust and sat down next to her, holding an ice-cold beer out to her. I noticed her hand shaking as she took it, her eyes still staring at the slime I’d left on her tit.
“Sorry about that,” I offered, fighting back the urge to reach over and rub my pre-cum off her nipple.
“It’s okay,” she said, her voice a little ragged as she took her free hand and wiped it off herself.
I got a big charge out of that, but nothing compared to what I got when she turned to look at me and then slowly placed her fingertips between her full, pouty lips. I could see her cheeks hollow as she sucked my pre-cum from her fingers. All I could do was gulp as I watched. Once she finished, she pulled her fingers from her mouth and fixed me with a huge smile.
“Damn Leroy, if you weren’t my brother, I’d fuck your brains out right now.” The look on her face convinced me that she was serious.
Stunned, I blurted out, “Wow, where’d that come from?”
A startled look showed on her face as she exclaimed, “Jesus Lee, I didn’t mean to say that, it just came out!”
Wrapping my arm around her shoulder I pulled her against me and said, “Relax Sis, I feel the same way.”
She glanced down at the floor and whispered, “You feel the same way what?”
In a low voice I answered.
“If you weren’t my sister, I’d do the same to you.”
Bree leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, the amulet swinging slightly between her breasts. Idly she palmed it, rubbing it slowly, almost caressing it. Hesitantly she turned it over and stared at the writing on the back.
“You don’t think…” she murmured.
“Nah,” I whispered, not completely convinced.
Straightening up she looked into my eyes and said in a serious tone, “That would explain why I feel the urge to have sex with my brother though.”
Chuckling to lighten the mood I replied, “Or, it could be because we’re naked as jaybirds, and hornier than hell. Not to mention a little drunk.”
Leaning away from me she jabbed my shoulder with her fist and called me lightweight. I was a lightweight. Not being much of a drinker, plus drinking on an empty stomach, the alcohol was starting to hit me. A couple more cans of beer had my brain really starting to fog up. Or was it all the shots of bourbon? Either way, I was feeling no pain. Hell, I didn’t even notice when the rain had stopped, nor when it had started getting dark outside. I did notice when I had to piss like a racehorse though. Standing, I staggered two steps forward and one step back before Brianna caught me.
“You better let me help you,” she laughed as she guided me to the doorway.
“Kay,” I slurred, the feel of her arm around my waist warm and comforting.
She got me to the entrance and pointed my body sideways. Giggling I just stood there with nothing happening at first. It wasn’t until she jabbed me with her elbow did I let fly. And fly it did, all over the place.
“Jesus, Leroy!” she shouted, putting her arm around me and using her other hand to hold my penis steady.
“I love you Sis,” I moaned as a gallon or two of piss left my bladder.
“I love you too,” she told me as she led me back into the shack.
Instead of guiding me to the bed, she had me sit on the cooler. Through blurry eyes I watched as she took the sleeping bag and spread it out on the floor. Each time she bent over to straighten it I got a rush. By the time she finished I was once again hard as a rock. A smile played on her lips as she helped me over to the makeshift bed and had me lay down. The last thing I remember seeing before I passed out was Bree standing above me, her erect clitoris peeking out of its hood.
I’m not sure what woke me. It could have been the subtle light of dawn filtering into the shack, or the fact that my back and butt were freezing. Surprisingly, the front of me was almost too hot. As my eyes opened I realized why. I was lying on my side and Brianna was nestled up against me with her upper leg draped high over my hip. It took several seconds for me to realize that she was a little higher than I was, which put my lips right on the top swell of her tit. If I’d wanted to I could’ve twisted my head a little and touched her nipple with my mouth. That wasn’t the most stunning thing I was realizing though. When she shifted her pelvis, pressing into me, I felt the head of my cock, my very erect cock, slide along the cleft of her surprisingly wet pussy. From past experiences with my ex, I knew it was pushing at her entrance. Part of me, the decent part, wanted to pull away from her. The other part of me, the horny part, wanted to just push my hips the scant distance it would take to penetrate her. Before I could do anything Brianna decided for me. I felt her thigh tighten as she used the heel of her foot that was against my ass to push my pelvis forward. In a split second I felt the heat of my sister’s pussy engulf the head of my cock.
“Bree…wake up…” I mumbled, trying desperately to hold a moan of pleasure from escaping.
“Sis wake up” I croaked, involuntarily pushing my cock just a little deeper into her glorious heat.
“I am awake,” came her muffled reply.
Now that I knew she was awake I thought she’d realize what she was doing and roll away, but she did just the opposite. Tightening her grip with her arms and leg she rolled toward me until I was flat on my back with half of my cock up in her. I let out a squawk of shock but made no effort to dislodge her. Instead, I lay there just enjoying the pleasure as she slowly inched her body lower. Inch by inch she slid down until my entire cock was sheathed in her pulsating warmth. The pleasure was beyond anything I’d ever experienced. It was exquisite.
“What are you doing, Bree?” I managed to whisper as I ran my hands gently up and down her spine.
“Shh, don’t talk Lee, just fuck me! I need to feel you inside me again,” she whispered back.
Did I hear right? Did she just say, ‘again’? I knew I’d drank way more than my limit last night, but I sure didn’t remember having sex with my sister.
“Again?” I asked, my hands finding their way to Bree’s ass.
“Shh,” she said, and then began to slowly undulate her hips up and down.
With each agonizingly slow movement of her hips, I felt my cock bathed in her very essence. She was wetter than any girl I’d ever been with. A groan floated from my mouth when she bit down on my shoulder and began to hump me faster. Grasping her ass in my hands I too began to thrust. The feel of her breasts pressed into my chest, along with the tightness gripping my penis sent my passion spiraling out of control. All thoughts of how wrong this was flew out the window. Now all I could think about was how much I wanted to please her. With a heave I rolled us over until I was on top of her. She spread her legs and then wrapped them around my waist. We were still tightly clutched together preventing me from really slamming into her, but I didn’t mind. I wanted this to last as long as possible. It wasn’t long before we found our rhythm. With long steady strokes I reveled in the euphoria of being inside my sister’s velvety embrace. For five minutes I pumped gently into her wetness while listening to her moans of pleasure. Another five minutes found me increasing my thrusts to the point I had to prop myself up on my arms. With the better leverage I really began to increase the speed in which I rammed into her clinching cunt.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she huffed each time my balls slapped against her ass.
Looking down upon her face I saw her eyes were wide open and staring into mine. She flashed me a half smile then reached up and cupped my face.
“Fuck me little brother! Fuck me hard! Make me cum,” she cried, a tiny tear rolling down from the corner of her eye.
“I love you Bree,” I exclaimed, my heart swelling in my chest.
As I stared down I noticed the amulet between her breasts, the red gem in the middle glowing brightly. I felt a surge of energy. My cock felt like it was harder and fatter than it has ever been before. Faster and faster I plowed into my sister’s cunt, my balls making wet smacking sounds as they bounced off her upturned ass. I could see Bree’s face scrunch up as she reached the pinnacle of her climax. I felt all powerful.
“Uuuunnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!” she screamed, her pussy walls clamping down forcefully around my throbbing shaft.
Slowing my thrusts so she could enjoy her orgasm I couldn’t help but marvel at the way her pussy rippled along my length. Inwardly smiling I once again began to take long in and out strokes. With each forward thrust her tits would swing up, then down, as if in slow motion, the nipples hard pebbles against her crinkled areola. I lost track of time. It was as if the motion of her jiggling tits had me under some sort of spell.
“I’m gonna cum Bree,” I finally groaned as my balls tightened.
I saw her eyes squint shut and her bottom lip begin to quiver.
“Leeeeeeee!” she screamed my name as spasms wracked her body.
The force clamping down on my cock was stronger than before, sending me over the edge. Arching my back and raising my face toward the ceiling I plunged once more into the very depths of her pussy. My howl of rapture could probably be heard for miles as my throbbing cock unleashed torrents of cum into her quivering cunt. My head filled with a blinding white light as I shot load after load of hot thick cum deep into my sister’s cunt. The force of my orgasm was beyond anything I’d ever experienced in my life. It left me shaking and totally drained. Collapsing onto Bree I just lay there, my breath ragged, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
Slowly our breathing returned to normal. Bree’s legs slid gently from around me, but her hands continued to softly caress my back. I could feel our juices flowing out of her onto my balls as my cock slowly deflated enough to fall out of her saturated cavern. As gently as possible I rolled off her and lay still staring blankly at the ceiling. A few seconds later I felt her hand land on my stomach.
“Oh my God! I’ve never been fucked like that before,” she huffed.
“That was intense,” I croaked back, unable to look at her.
As I lay there gathering my strength, for some unknown reason I felt a wave a shyness envelope me. As my strength returned I turned my head and took a look around. Our clothes were draped on the bed, obviously Bree had done that after I’d passed out, and the floor of the shack was littered with empty beer cans. Sitting near the cooler was the bottle of bourbon, its contents also gone, and my phone. A passing thought occurred to me as I stared at all the empties littering the floor. If we’d drank that much alcohol, then why didn’t I have an outrageous hangover? Struggling to my feet I went over to the bed, kicking beer cans out of my way, and began to get dressed. I cringed a little when I put on my crusty shirt. When I glanced at Bree I noticed she was having a bout of shyness herself. I saw the blush on her face when she caught me looking.
“I’ll give you some privacy,” I told her, picking up my phone and stuffing it in my back pocket. Grabbing the cooler, I took it outside to dump the melted ice.
When I returned Bree was already dressed, and on her knees rolling up the sleeping bag. From the angle I was at I could see up her skirt. The sight was lovely. The back of her skirt was high enough that her pussy was on display. As I watched a tiny drop of our fluids leaked out from between her lips, briefly clinging to her pubic hair before dropping to the floor. It was one of the most erotic sights I’d ever witnessed. I could feel my cock begin to harden so I tore my eyes off her and started putting all the empty cans into the cooler. I threw in the bourbon bottle then headed to the jeep. Once I had the cooler secured I jumped into the driver’s seat but the phone in my back pocket was pushing into my buttock. Reaching back, I pulled it out, along with the leather pouch then opened the glove box to throw them in. Brianna’s panties stared back at me. I’d completely forgotten about them. A smile played on my lips as I placed the pouch and phone on top of them and shut the lid. That done I hopped out and went back inside to see if we were leaving anything.
Bree was finished with the sleeping bag and was standing in the center of the room looking around. I too took a look around but didn’t see anything.
“Looks like we got everything,” I remarked to no one in particular.
“Yeah,” she replied in a slightly subdued tone.
Grabbing the sleeping bag, I followed Bree outside. While she climbed in I secured the bag then stood there for a few seconds just staring at the shack. The knowledge that my sister and I had sex inside it weighed on my mind. I couldn’t help but wonder how our relationship would be changed by the experience. Releasing a sigh, I climbed into the driver’s seat and fired up the jeep.
Glancing at Bree, I asked, “Ready?”
Without looking at me she nodded.
The sun crested over the hills behind us by the time we reached the old bridge and dried-up stream. A quick survey of the stream bed showed signs of mud but no water. I knew the only way we were going to cross was to power through, so I drove along the edge until I found a spot where both banks had a gradual incline. Lining up the nose of the jeep I told Bree to hold on and floored it. With the oversized tires we made it across but both of us were covered in mud by the time we reached the other side. Once back on track I followed the old path. I was fairly sure our previous tracks were gone because of the rain, so I just drove along until the path we were on intersected with a larger road. It was graveled and well maintained. Pointing the jeep in the general direction of the blacktop we’d came in on I drove at a steady pace until we hit the highway. The silence between us was unnerving.
It was nearing ten-thirty in the morning by the time we pulled into our driveway. Before the jeep came to a complete stop Bree hopped out and ran inside, leaving me sitting there wondering if she was feeling as confused as I was. The thought that my sister and I had sex, with each other, kept playing through my brain as I unloaded our stuff. Oddly, I found myself getting aroused by the thought. Another thought popped into my brain as I hosed the mud off the jeep. Would our relationship be changed, or damaged, by what had happened, or would we be able to salvage what we’d always had? The awkwardness between us this morning had me a little worried that Bree might not be able to handle the taboo aspect of our indiscretion. I on the other hand had no doubt that I could; simply because I wanted it to happen again. Rolling up the hose, I went inside.
Our house is one of those farmhouses built in the forties or so, with all the bedrooms upstairs. There is a fairly good-sized front room, a modest guest bathroom, and a huge kitchen/dinning room downstairs. Dad had remolded the kitchen a while back, leaving only the large sturdy table as the only relic in the place. Upstairs were three bedrooms, there used to be four, but dad had combined his and another to form a master suite. He also remolded the upstairs bathroom adding twin sinks and a huge glassed-in shower for Bree and I to use.
I didn’t see Bree anywhere, so I headed upstairs for a much-needed shower. After undressing in my room, I piled my filthy clothes, especially the cum stained t-shit, into the hamper and walked down the hall to the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around my waist. Refreshed from my shower I stepped out of the bathroom only to have the wonderful smell of frying bacon assault my nostrils. Throwing on a pair of boxers, I headed downstairs, my stomach grumbling.
Entering the kitchen, I was immediately struck by how much Bree looked like mom standing at the stove. Pausing in the doorway, I just stood there and admired the view. She had her back to me and was wearing a man’s white button-down shirt with the long sleeves rolled up to her elbows, the shirt’s tail hitting mid-thigh. If it weren’t for her curls I would’ve thought it was mom for sure.
As if she sensed my presence she said, “Make yourself useful and butter the toast.”
While we worked side by side I could still feel the awkwardness from earlier hanging in the air. I didn’t know what to say to break it. I buttered the toast and placed it on the table just as Bree brought over two plates with bacon and eggs on both. I’m sure I broke my record for wolfing down my food; the loud ensuing belch testimony to how good it had tasted. Glancing at Bree I noticed she hadn’t eaten much. Instead, she just stared at her plate and idly pushed her food around with her fork. Taking my plate to the sink I then returned to the table and pulled out the chair next to her. Once the chair was facing her I sat and reached over and placed the tips of my fingers gently on her forearm.
“Can we talk Sis?”
“Yeah…I think we should,” she softly replied without looking up.
Sliding my hand down her arm I took her hand in mine and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Listen…I know what happened between us is pretty weird, but it happened. We can’t change that. But I don’t want it to drive a wedge between us. I love you Bree, and I always will, no matter what.”
Turning sideways in her chair, she stared deeply into my eyes for a few seconds, then got up and straddled my lap. She placed her arms over my shoulders and leaned into me. The feel of her warm breath against my neck, and her hot flesh touching my thighs had chills running up and down my spine. Embracing her I pulled her tighter against my chest. We stayed this way, without speaking, for some time.
“I love you too, Lee,” she finally whispered.
“So, we’re good?” I whispered back.
Chuckling, she said, “Yeah, we’re good little brother.”
Sighing with relief I said, “I’m glad. Now we can put this behind us and start fresh.”
Leaning her upper body back and placing her hands on my shoulders, she gazed into my eyes and said, “Oh hell no. I don’t want to put it behind us, I want us to do it again.”
The sudden shifting of her weight made me very conscious that our crotches were touching. She was sitting directly on my cock, a fact that hadn’t registered on my brain until now. It also registered on my cock at the same time. I could feel myself start to harden.
“B-But I thought you said it was weird?” I managed to croak out, my hands sliding down her sides to come to rest on the luscious curves of her hips.
“It was weird, and so very wrong. Brothers and sisters aren’t supposed to fuck each other. But it was also fantastic. While you were in me I never felt so alive, it was like every fiber of my being was stimulated. And the orgasms…WOW! I didn’t know I could cum that many times in a row. Didn’t you feel it too?”
Her enthusiasm was contagious. I knew exactly what she was talking about because I’d felt it too.
Wide-eyed, I exclaimed, “I thought it was just me. I figured it was so good because it was forbidden, you being my sister and all.”
Cocking her head as if in thought, she said, “Yeah, I suppose the taboo nature of it could have helped intensify the pleasure.”
“Well personally, I don’t care what made it so good. Having sex with you was the greatest experience I’ve ever had. But I do have one question,” I told her.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“Did we have sex more than once? I’m only asking because this morning you said you wanted to feel me in you again. So, am I missing something here? Did we fuck more than once?”
Her answer was, “Yes…and no.”
Confused by her answer, I said, “I don’t follow.”
Blushing slightly, she replied, “I did…you didn’t.”
The blank look on my face must have told her I still didn’t understand what she was talking about.
Her blush deepened as she sheepishly said, “I…sorta raped you last night.”
“How do you sort of rape someone?”
“Um, after you laid down and passed out, I stayed up for a bit and finished off the bottle. While I was sitting there you rolled onto your back and kicked the covers off. You might have been passed out, but your cock wasn’t, because you had the loveliest erection I’ve ever seen. I could actually see the veins in your penis throb. Before I knew what was happening I was straddling you with your cock inside me.”
As she talked my hands slid from her hips onto the bare flesh of her outer thighs. Gently I began to caress her skin, my hands slowly creeping upwards until they rested back on her hips. She must have noticed the pleased look on my face as I discovered she wasn’t wearing any panties. With a crooked smile she started unbuttoning her shirt, her eyes never leaving my face. As soon as the second button came undone I could see the amulet nestled in her cleavage, the red eye at the center drawing my eyes to it. I saw the color darken with each new button being opened. By the time Bree had all of them undone, the center stone had turned a deep crimson in color, and my cock was a raging mass of rock-hard meat, throbbing with a life of its own.
“You’re gorgeous, Bree,” I stammered, my hands slowly traveling up to cup her firm, ripe tits.
Bree reached down, cupped my face in her hands, and tugged my vision away from her lovely, stiff nipples. Next she slowly lowered her face until her lips gently touched mine. We both shuddered from the contact. Our first real kiss was nothing short of amazing; tender, yet full of the promise of things to come. As our lips lingered I slid my hands upward and pushed her shirt from her shoulders. Straightening her arms, she allowed it to slip off and fall to the floor.
Leaning back and thrusting out her breasts, a warm smile on her face, she asked, “This better?”
Better? I couldn’t imagine it getting any better. What could be better than having two lush, firm breasts right in front of your face? Just as I brought my lips to her right nipple I found out that things could get better. Bree started slowly rubbing her crotch against mine, trapping the length of my cock between her outer cunt lips. Placing my hands on her hips I began to help her slide along my boxer covered cock.
“Mmm, that’s nice,” Bree hissed as my tongue flicked across first one nipple, then the other.
The more I ran the tip of my tongue against her nipples, the harder they became. Soon her areolas were crinkled and tight. Capturing her left tit in my mouth I began to softly caress her nipple with the flat of my tongue, eliciting little squeals of delight from her. When I repeated this on her other breast, her movements with her crotch picked up. The more I sucked, the harder she ground her cunt against my cock. It wasn’t long before I felt the moisture from her pussy begin to soak the front of my boxers.
“Fuck me, Leroy,” she groaned as she pushed her tit harder against my lips.
Sliding my hands down until they were under her ass, I stood, my lips still clamped on her nipple. Once I was upright I turned and placed her on top of the table, sliding my hands under the back of her thighs and pulling them apart. With my foot I reached back and hooked the leg of the chair then drew it close enough for me to sit down. Bree leaned back and propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes following my every move. Once I sat down I gazed between her thighs and saw the most delicious looking, and wettest pussy I’d ever seen. Her lightly furred outer lips were puffy, and her inner labia were swollen and glistening with moisture. There was so much fluid leaking out of her it was running down the crack of her ass. I was so awestruck by the sight before me, I just sat there and stared. Until her scent hit my nostrils.
The rich, musky, intoxicating smell of her dripping pussy wafted up from between her legs and assaulted my senses, causing my cock to swell even more than it already was. I had wanted to eat her with some degree of finesse, to pleasure her slowly, but the heady aroma pouring from her drew me in like a moth to a flame. All restraint on my part vanished into thin air. My nostrils flared as I ripped my eyes from her heavenly beauty and glanced upwards, while slowly lowering my mouth toward her soaked slit. She had a look of wonderment plastered on her face, her eyes wide, her lips pinched together, as she watched my face get closer and closer to her steaming cunt. Our eyes locked together just as the tip of my tongue slid past the puffy outer lips and parted the pink petals of her swollen labia.
Bree’s eyelids fluttered rapidly, and she hissed, “Ohhhhhh Fuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!”
I guided her thighs until they were resting on top of my shoulders as my tongue dipped between the slick petals of her slit. A tremor rippled through her inner thighs as she clamped them a little tighter against the sides of my head. The instant my tongue burrowed deeper into her hot hole I knew I was hooked. Her taste was unlike any I’d ever tasted before; sweet, yet tangy at the same time. I couldn’t seem to get enough of it. Pushing my whole face into her wet crotch I began to feast upon her succulent juices like a man starved. Bree’s thighs pressed tighter around my head when I retracted my tongue from her velvety tunnel and used my lips to suck in both of her inner lips. I continued to watch her face as I gently bathed her lips, alternating between licking them and sucking them a little harder each time. Her face contorted this way and that, her forehead knotting, her lips pinched tightly together. A shudder caused her to jerk when I ran my tongue up through the entire length of her slit, starting at her rosebud and ending with the tip of my tongue nudged against her engorged clit. When the flat of my tongue drug over her sensitive bud she let out a gasp and stared wide-eyed at me, a look of astonishment on her face.
“If you keep that up, you’re going to make me cum,” she moaned.
I couldn’t help but smile because that was exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to make her explode in blissful ecstasy. To cum better than any orgasm she’d ever had before. Trapping her clitoris with my lips I clamped down on it and began to run the tip of my tongue roughly all around the sensitive bud. Her thighs tightened even more around my head and her ass started to lift from the table as I manipulated her clit into a frenzy of arousal. When I reached up and began to tweak her stiff nipples, she let out a soft moan and lay back on the table. With a moan of my own I began to really ravage her pussy with my mouth, slurping up as much of her juices as I could. Bree’s hips began to buck wildly when I started running my tongue deep into her slit, slowing only long enough to jab the tip of it deep into her entrance, before capturing her clit once more. I knew she was at the edge of exploding when her thighs clamped so forcefully on my head I thought it would pop. Inwardly smiling I sucked her clit up into my mouth while slipping two fingers into her steaming cunt.
“Oh shit! Fuck me Leroy…fuck me NOW!” she screamed as her juices lubricated my fingers.
Pushing her thighs off my shoulders I stood, the backs of my knees scooting the chair backwards, and frantically yanked my soaked boxers down. I was so hard my cock sprang free and slapped against my stomach. Grasping it by the base with one hand I guided the bloated purple knob to my sister’s cunt and found her saturated entrance. My mind was finding it hard to believe that the prick I was about to insert into Bree’s wet pussy was actually mine. I’d never seen it as long and thick as it was now. In my lust addled mind I wasn’t even sure it would fit inside her. I was wrong though, it slid into her soaking tunnel as if it had been sucked in. Before I had time to register that I was actually in, I was balls deep.
“Damn you’re huge,” she breathed out as her cunt walls clamped around my shaft so tightly I was barely able to move.
“God that feels so fucking good,” I groaned, the muscles in her pussy pulsating around my shaft causing an endless wave of pleasure to course through me.
Propping herself back up on her elbows she said, “I want to watch.”
Reaching out I took her by the hands and helped get her into a sitting position so she could look down and see my cock slide in and out of her pussy. Once she was ready I slowly withdrew until just the head was in her. This movement caused her to let out a small hiss. When I pushed back in she let out an even louder hiss. Placing her hands on my shoulders I then slid my hands under her knees and held her legs open so we could both watch. For several minutes I slowly slid in and out, amazed how wet my shaft was each time I pulled out.
“You feel bigger than last night. Go faster please,” Bree said, her fingernails digging a little into my shoulders.
I did feel bigger. As I watched my cock going in her I had this weird thought that somehow my cock had grown. It didn’t look like it was the same length as before. In the back of my mind I chalked that up to fantasy. Just wishful thinking. Putting those kinds of thoughts away I strove to fulfill Bree’s request. If she wanted faster, then faster she would get. Gradually I increased the speed of my thrusts while still maintaining full strokes.
“Yeah, now you’re getting it,” she cooed.
Pleasure raced through me as my thrusts gradually grew more forceful. It wasn’t long before I was hammering into her pussy like a mad man, each new thrust causing the table to slide a little on the floor. Pushing Bree down onto her back I raised her legs until her ankles were resting on my shoulders. Next I locked my hands on the top of her thighs and really began to slam my cock inside her, the sounds of my balls slapping against her wet ass echoing in the large room. Even with me holding her in place the table continued to slide on the floor. Faster, harder I plowed into her; my face dripping sweat like a leaking faucet. It was at this time I learned something about my sister.
Bree’s hands were gripping the edge of the table as she raised her head and stared wide-eyed at me before snarling, “Fuck…shit…pound my pussy with that big fucking cock!”
I had no idea my sister was so vocal when getting fucked. I liked it! With a renewed vigor I slammed roughly into her soaking hole, driving my cock as far into her as possible. Soon her ass began to flop up and down on the table and I could feel the walls of her cunt rippling around my shaft. I could also feel the tell-tale signs of my approaching orgasm.
“I’m gonna cum Bree,” I huffed.
Bree still had her head raised, but her eyes were closed. I watched as her face turned red, the veins in her forehead and neck popping out.
“Do it! Do it now!” she screamed just as her cunt tightened around my shaft.
“Fuck!” I growled as wave after wave of cum squirted into Bree’s clasping cunt. The force of my orgasm was so strong I almost blacked out. Unable to hold myself up I leaned forward and lay my head between her heaving breasts, her legs sliding from my sweaty shoulders to hang limply over the side of the table.
I don’t know how long we lay like that, five minutes, ten minutes, or more, I just wasn’t sure. I lost track of time as I listened to her heart pound wildly in her chest. I could also hear the occasional plop as a wad of our juices slipped from her overflowing cunt and dropped to the floor. A real large plop sounded when my cock finally deflated enough to slide out of her hot tunnel.
Bree finally broke the silence.
“My God…that was…”
“Amazing,” I finished.
“Exactly,” she breathed.
Once I felt I could trust my legs to hold me up I raised my head from her chest only to find the amulet was stuck to my forehead. Reaching up I peeled it from my skin and lay it gently back between her still heaving breasts. Bree let out a series of giggles when I was finally upright.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, unsure if her giggling had anything to do with what we’d just done.
Still giggling, she pointed at my face and said, “You’re branded.”
With my left hand I reached up and ran the tips of my fingers across my forehead. I could feel the indentation where the amulet had been. On shaky legs I walked over and sat in the chair I’d used earlier, noticing the table had moved at least five feet from its original resting place.
With a grunt Bree sat up causing more fluids to leak out of her saturated pussy and drop to the floor. I just sat there and stared at the growing pool of spooge, while my mind tried to comprehend how insane what we’d just done was. A brother and sister were not supposed to have sex together. It was wrong. But I didn’t care about that. What I’d just had was by far the best sex of my life. I had no idea that my sister was such a good fuck. Hell, she was more than a good fuck, she was a great fuck. Probably the best I’d ever have. My reverie was broken when she spoke.
“What ya thinking so hard about Lee?”
Glancing up I said, “Just how crazy it is that we’re fucking.”
She got a dreamy look on her face and replied, “Yeah, it’s pretty crazy alright. Ain’t it cool.”
“So, does this make us boyfriend and girlfriend?” I inquired.
She acted like she was thinking about it for a few seconds before replying, “No…just fuck buddies.”
I just smiled and watched her hop down from the table then walk away, rivulets of our cum running slowly down the insides of her thighs. I didn’t take my eyes off her firm round ass, bouncing provocatively with each step, until she disappeared out of sight. I sat there another five minutes and let the last of the pleasure that was still lingering in my body fade, before grabbing a wad of paper towels and cleaning up the mess we’d made. When I was done I headed upstairs for a shower but noticed that the bathroom door was closed. Bree was still in there, so I just went into my bedroom and collapsed face down on the bed. I was asleep in under a minute.
I woke with a start, bathed in a cold sweat. Bits and pieces of the strange dream I’d been having lingered in my brain. Shaking my head to clear the cobwebs, I glanced at my alarm clock and saw that it was almost six-thirty. I started to panic, thinking I was going to be late for work, until I noticed how light it was outside.
“Damn,” I groaned as I crawled out of bed and stumbled across the hall to the bathroom.
With my bladder drained I went back to my room and threw on some sweats and a t-shirt then made my way downstairs. The place was empty. The only sound in the house coming from the air conditioner as I made my way into the kitchen. After grabbing a soda from the fridge, I looked out the window and saw that my jeep was gone. Since Breanna’s VW Beetle was still parked outside I figured she was using it, most likely so she didn’t have to use her own gas. Shrugging, I went into the front room and plopped down on the couch.
I had just settled on something to watch on T.V. when I heard gravel crunch and the unmistakable rumble of my jeep. Watching out the front window I saw her drive past, heading toward the back of the house. We only parked out back when we had things to carry into the house. I heard the door open then close. I was just about to get up when Bree walked into the room and held up a bag with the logo from Sam’s Burger Shack on it.
“I picked up some burgers and fries,” she said, as she came over and sat next to me on the couch.
“Cool,” I replied, a little surprised by how conservatively she was dressed. She had on jeans, sandals, and a dark blue blouse. I could even tell she was wearing a bra too.
After placing everything on the coffee table she told me to dig in. The smell of food made me realize just how hungry I was. We made small talk while we ate, never broaching the subject of what we’d done today.
When we finished eating she told me she needed help bringing in what she’d bought. Sighing, I followed her into the kitchen where I spotted my phone and wallet sitting on the table. Next to them sat her pair of panties. A smile played on my lips as I followed her out the door. In the jeep she had four cases of beer, and a brown paper bag on the passenger seat. She grabbed the bag, leaving me to carry in the beer. Once I had the beer put away in the pantry I went back into the front room where Brianna was lounging on the couch.
“Why’d you buy so much beer?” I asked, lifting her crossed ankles so I could sit down.
“Had to replace what we drank,” came her reply, as her sandaled feet settled onto my lap.
“We didn’t drink that much,” I remarked, absently sliding her sandals off.
“Mmm,” she cooed when I began to softly rub her feet.
“I didn’t know you had that much money,” I stated, my hands working freely on her left foot.
“Actually, I took forty dollars out of your wallet. Don’t stop,” she cried when I stopped rubbing and fixed her with a glare.
“Don’t worry, I also filled your tank with gas. Now, please keep rubbing,” she squeaked.
Just like it has been my whole life I couldn’t stay mad at her, especially when she gave me her pouty look. I began to rub her other foot and stared blankly at the television. Time rolled on, and before I knew it evening had turned into night. Glancing at Bree I noticed she’d unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse, exposing a bit of cleavage along with the amulet. She idly fingered it for a bit, then pulled her feet off my lap and stood up, yawning hugely.
Leaning down she kissed my cheek and said, “Gotta work tomorrow, so, goodnight Lee.”
“Goodnight Sis,” I replied.
Just before she reached the stairs she turned and said, “Thanks.”
“For?” I asked.
Smiling she replied, “For a great day.”
With that she headed upstairs, my eyes following her progress until she was out of sight. A shiver coursed through me as I thought how good she looked in those jeans. Yawning myself, I switched off the TV and proceeded to lock up the place. I set the thermostat for the air conditioner to a comfortable setting then went in to turn the kitchen lights out. That’s when I saw her panties lying next to my phone. Grabbing both, I switched off the lights and headed to my room. An hour later, after browsing through my pictures, I fell into a restful sleep, Brianna’s cum coated panties wadded up on the floor.
The sound of my alarm going off woke me from a deep sleep. As if on autopilot I followed my normal routine. I stumbled across the hall to the bathroom, peed, then took a quick shower before returning to my room to get dressed in my work clothes. Once done I headed downstairs and straight to the smell of fresh-brewed coffee. As I entered the kitchen I spotted Bree standing at the stove just like I had yesterday. She was dressed in the same long-sleeved button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up; she had her hair tucked into a towel leaving her long graceful neck exposed. Unable to resist I walked up behind her and reached around to clamp my hands onto her tits while planting several soft kisses on the side of her neck.
“You keep that up and I guarantee you’ll be late for work,” she softly murmured.
“We could both call in sick,” I countered, my hands caressing her firm globes through the shirt’s fabric.
“As much as I’d like to do that, I can’t. I’m booked solid for today. Now go sit down, I made some breakfast for you.”
Grumbling, I poured a cup of coffee and did what she’d said. When she brought me a plate with french toast on it I noticed her shirt was unbuttoned almost to her navel. She made a show of leaning in as she placed the plate in front of me, allowing my eyes to see her tits hang down and swing back and forth. I also saw the amulet hanging between them, the center stone lightly twinkling.
“You sleep with that thing on too?” I asked between mouthfuls.
She had grabbed herself a cup of coffee and was sitting across from me. Glancing down she stared at the amulet and remarked, “I like it.”
I didn’t have a comeback for that, so I just finished eating. When I was done I grabbed my keys, and after giving her a kiss on the forehead, headed off to the daily grind of driving around the quarry in what amounted to a jumbo-sized Tonka truck. Knowing there was a good chance that I might get to have sex with my sister later on made the day drag worse than any in the past. By quitting time I couldn’t have pried the smile off my face even if I’d wanted to. It wasn’t until I got home that it dawned on me that on Mondays Brianna’s schedule was two hours behind mine. I needed something to kill the time with, that’s when I spotted my phone sitting on the coffee table where I had put it. The smile on my face returned as I slowly scrolled through the photos, my expanding cock making my jeans a little uncomfortable. A quick trip to my room fixed that. When I finished I took Bree’s super soggy panties, along with some other stuff, and started a load of laundry.
I still had another hour and forty-five minutes before Brianna got home, so I took a leisurely shower, then dressed in gym shorts and a tank top I headed to the kitchen. I had this overpowering urge to do something nice for her. In minutes I had gathered up everything I needed to make spaghetti, one of Bree’s favorite dishes.
I was stirring my sauce when I heard Bree’s VW pull up. Glancing out the kitchen window I watched as she climbed out and headed to the back door. She was wearing jeans and her work smock, the zipper on it low enough for me to see that she was still wearing the amulet. I was starting to think that she believed it did have some kind of mystic power over people. Personally, I thought it was just a piece of costume jewelry that someone lost at that shack.
“Something smells good,” she called out as she approached.
“I’m making it just for you,” I told her.
I had to slap her hand when she tried to stick her finger in the pot. Taking some of the sauce onto the spoon, then blowing on it to cool it down, I held it out so she could taste it.
“Damn Leroy, that’s good. You’re gonna make somebody a fine wife someday,” she snickered.
“Very funny,” I responded.
“How long before dinner?”
“Bout thirty minutes,” I answered, continuing to stir the sauce.
“Good, that gives me time to take a shower.”
I listened as her footsteps receded, images of her lathering up in the shower slowly working their way into my brain. She still hadn’t returned by the time the pasta was done, so I fixed us both a plate and placed them on the table. Once that was done I went to the bottom of the stairs and shouted up that dinner was ready.
“Be right down,” she shouted back.
Just as I was about to turn away she appeared at the top of the stairs. My jaw dropped as I stared blatantly up at her. She stood there briefly, a huge smile on her face, allowing me to take her all in. From my vantage point the loose-fitting crop-top she wore allowed me to see the underside of her boobs, while the sliver of denim material she called a skirt did nothing to hide her uncovered pussy from view. What had my heart racing was what she’d done. Instead of having a bush she’d shaved everything except for a small landing strip just above her slit.
She took a few steps toward me before asking, “You like?”
“Uhhh,” was the only thing that came out of my mouth.
“I thought it would be better this way, in case you wanted to eat dessert after dinner,” she cooed, before climbing the rest of the way down and walking past me.
Trance-like I followed her into the kitchen and took my place at the table. For thirty minutes I listened to her prattle on about her day, and how good the food was, while all I could think about was how hot she’d looked coming down those stairs. What little conversation I contributed probably sounded like gibberish, considering the state of mind I was in. All I could think about was burying my face into her muff.
She broke my train of thought when she said, “Oh, I forgot to tell you, Mom called after you left for work.”
“So how are they doing?” I inquired, unable to raise my eyes from her chest.
“They’re fine, having a ball, meeting new people, shit like that. She says they should be home sometime this weekend.”
“Good, good,” I mumbled.
“You know Leroy, if you want to see my tits, all you have to do is ask,” she snickered.
Caught off-guard by her remark, I glanced up at her face and stammered, “Huh?”
With a sly smile on her lips, she reached down and lifted the hem of her shirt just high enough that I could see a hint of her areolas. As soon as my eyes locked on her chest she chuckled and lowered her shirt.
“Uggghhh…that’s cruel,” I groaned.
She didn’t respond, but her eyes were ablaze with mischief as she rose and gathered our empty plates.
“To show you how much I appreciated the meal, I’ll clean up while you go make yourself comfortable. See if there’s anything on the idiot box.”
I watched her carry the dishes to the sink, my mind willing her to bend over just a little. As short as her skirt was, a little would’ve been enough for me to see her ass. Unfortunately, the force wasn’t with me, because all she did was stand at the sink and began to rinse the plates off. With another groan I stood and made my way to the front room and sank onto the couch. With my feet on the coffee table, and my head resting on the back of the couch I began the fruitless search for something worthwhile to watch.
I was still flipping through channels when Brianna walked in, grabbed the remote out on my hand and threw it to the other end of the couch.
“You won’t be needing that for a while,” she said, right before she hopped up on the couch and planted her feet to either side of my hips, her crotch right in front of my face.
Before I could register my surprise, she raised the hem of her skirt and smiled broadly down at me. Staring me in the face was the vision of loveliness that was her pussy. She had shaved everything clean except for a small strip that ran upwards from the tip of her slit, to about halfway to her belly button. It didn’t take an epiphany for me to figure out what to do next. With a hungry growl I reached behind her and clasped her butt cheeks in my hands while pulling her pussy to my waiting tongue. A shrill whimper escaped her lips as soon as my tongue slid into the smooth, slick folds of her cunt. I could feel her cheeks tighten in my hands as I began to ravage her delicious pussy with gusto.
Her fingers curled into my hair as she screamed out, “Yeessss! Eat that pussy Leroy!”
My fingers dug into her ass while I pulled her cunt tighter into my face, my tongue trying to lick everywhere at once. The taste of her juices had my entire being swirling with a lust I’d never felt before. My cock was so hard it actually hurt. With each passing minute my hunger to devour more of her succulent fluids grew. I was lost in a world beyond my comprehension.
Before I could be consumed by my lust Bree pulled her hips away and stepped off the couch. Straddling my legs, she reached down and grabbed my shorts by the waist and began to frantically yank them down over my hips.
“Get these off! Hurry,” she panted, as she clawed at my shorts.
Lifting my ass I watched as she pulled my shorts to my knees. Once free from its prison my cock sprung up and pointed skyward, the veins along the shaft bloated and pulsating. Without missing a beat, Bree climbed up and positioned her feet to the sides of my hips with her crotch above my throbbing cock. Lifting herself she reached down between us and steadied my cock until it was in the right position for her to slide down onto it. Once she had herself lowered enough that the head of my cock was nestled in her outer lips she reached forward and cupped my face. Staring into my eyes she slowly lowered her crotch until the head of my cock slipped inside.
“Get ready little brother, because I’m going to fuck your brains out,” she cried, just as she relaxed her body and swallowed my entire length inside her molten heat.
“Oh, shit Bree!” I cried, the pleasure coursing through my nerve-endings almost more than I could bear.
“God, and I thought my ex had a big cock,” Bree gasped, as she sat there impaled on my raging hardness.
The idea that my sister thought my cock was bigger than her ex-husbands filled me with pride. I could actually feel myself grow thicker inside her. When that happened I felt her shudder, and her pussy tighten around my cock.
“Whoa…” she exhaled.
“Did you just cum?” I asked, surprise evident in my voice.
“Yeah,” she sighed.
Before I could comment she slowly raised her hips until just the head of my cock was in her. Just as slowly she lowered back down until her ass was resting on my balls. She repeated this several times. Each time her ass settled onto my balls she’d let out a small whimper, and more of her fluids would leak out onto my sac. Soon I could hear the sound of wet flesh hitting wet flesh. All I could do in this position was gently rub her thighs while she took charge of how fast she wanted to go.
Laying my head onto the back of the couch I wallowed in the pleasure my sister was giving me. Faster and faster she rode my throbbing rod, the sounds of grunting filling the air. I must’ve counted four or five times I felt her walls clamp around my cock before I realized I too was close to shooting my load.
“Oh God, sooooo goooooood. I’m gonna cum soon,” I moaned, opening my eyes and watching her face.
She placed her hands on my shoulders and began to really pound down on my cock.
“Not yet Leroy…cum with me,” she croaked, her voice breaking.
I watched in awe as her face scrunched up and her eyes rolled back in her head. The force of her thrusting increased to a fever pitch, drawing me into a whirlwind of never-ending pleasure. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls.
Bree’s fingertips dug into my shoulders as she screamed, “Now Lee…do it NOW!”
As soon as she said that she slammed down on me one last time, her pussy walls contracting like a machine gun along the entire length of my shaft, her body shuddering uncontrollably as she fell forward onto my chest. All my nerve endings screamed as my cum shot up into her convulsing cunt, a kaleidoscope of colors dancing in front of my eyes. The force of my orgasm was so powerful I think I might have passed out for a second or two.
Leaning my head back against the couch I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feel of my sister snuggled into me. Each little movement she made let me know that my cock was still inside her wet cavern, and still fairly hard. Softly I began to rub my hands up and down the outside of her thighs, going higher and higher, until I was rubbing her firm round ass cheeks.
“Mmmm,” she sighed, snuggling even tighter against me.
I let out a contented sigh of my own.
Some time passed before Bree finally sat up, then climbed off my now deflated member. Leaning in she placed a delicate kiss on my cheek, then pranced out of the room and headed upstairs. I stayed there for another thirty minutes before I too headed upstairs. I slept like a baby.
Waking before my alarm clock had a chance to go off, I went through my morning routine and headed downstairs to grab something to eat before heading to work. At the foot of the stairs I noticed an overnight bag. When I reached the kitchen, I saw Bree sitting at the table drinking coffee, across from her sat a plate of eggs, toast, and a freshly poured cup of coffee. Saying thanks, I sat and began to eat. It wasn’t until I’d finished before I asked her about the overnight bag.
“Oh, that. I’m spending the night at Abby’s place. We’re going to have a girl’s night,” she replied.
“Kinda sudden, isn’t it?” I inquired.
Her eyes twinkled as she stared at me briefly, before saying, “Not really, we planned it two weeks ago. What’s the matter, you can’t live without me for one night?”
“It’s not that, it’s just Mom and Dad will be home soon, and I was hoping to sneak in as much fun as possible before then,” I replied.
“And you’re worried that when they get home, we won’t be able to do anything?”
“That’s my thinking, yeah. I don’t think they’d be too pleased to find out their kids are having sex with each other, do you?”
“I see what you’re saying but stop worrying about it because I’m working on a plan.”
The far-off tone of her voice made me glance up from my plate. She was sitting there staring out into space as her fingers idly caressed the amulet.
“Seriously, Bree? You’re not thinking that thing will turn our parents into sex-crazed animals like us, are you?”
For several seconds she didn’t respond. When she did I almost wanted to laugh.
She gazed at me then cocked an eyebrow and said, “If it worked on us, then it will work on them.”
“Jesus, you’ve lost it sister dear. That’s just a piece of costume jewelry that has no power what-so-ever,” I stated, a little more forcefully than I’d intended.